Sunbeams

Sunbeams

Look my belovèd at the waving grass,
forest and field, and garden herbage mute;
bow to the winds and let them pass,
but to the sunbeams open flower and fruit.


(source: poem from Legends of Manxland, Mylechraine 1859; photo)

Bernadette Weyde

Bernadette Weyde

I'm a web designer, amateur historian and keen gardener and I enjoy bringing Manx history, folklore and poetry to a modern audience.


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